A Special Mother’s Day Tribute

"I want my children to have all the things I couldn't afford. Then I want to move in with them." ~ Phyllis Diller

“I want my children to have all the things I couldn’t afford. Then I want to move in with them.” ~ Phyllis Diller

A not-too-silly, not-too-sappy, recognition of the moms trying to keep it all together:

Is there anyone out there who is:

- nursing a future opera singer

- changing a heavily soiled diaper

- threading a needle just in time

- helping with homework due tomorrow, but assigned in the last decade

- making decadent brownies. From a box.

- wiping down the counters

- curing the common cold

- burying the third goldfish this week

- wondering how 13 socks each have no mates

- sending just one more email

- dashing between after school events on a bad hair day

- memorizing Shakespeare while being given stage directions by a would-be Spielberg

- trading recipes for exploding volcano lava (moms, color is important)

- crying at the big recital because, well, that’s what you do

- shopping for formalwear

- spoiling the grandkids while laughing your tail off

- looking for a place to put your head down for just one second, or

- juggling the many other acts of heroism, kindness, totalitarianism, tenderness and love in nothing but a bathrobe, worn-through house slippers, and age and weight appropriate foundational garments?

If so, we love you and thank you.

Happy Mother’s Day.